[Lupe: Verse 1]Gon' gimme some, a lil' more beatCall yo' friends around, then call the police!Im ridin' wit my flow, it take up four seatsSo I'm gon' ghost ride, but with no sheetsOne man by myself, even then I'm 4 deepLike hotel swimming pools, that's 4 feetThese niggas like the rooms, so suite(sweet)Priceline! so cheaaapI'm the cell phone, they the room keysI'm some shell toes, they some shoe stringsI turn 'em off, I take 'em outI'm Reverend Run, with the laces outAdidas, so adiosAll day I dream, like I'm comatoseThat's your ship sinking, and I'm so afloatI'm T-Pain, I'm on a boat!!!Not the slave one, Decaprio's eitherHear the waves come, they started in the bleachersSo I'm swag surfin', the pool's getting deeperYou still sweet though, here come them room keepersOk I'll be the strings, you be the shoesBut guess what (what?), now they Jimmy Choo'sI wear the pants, you in the poolsYo shit meows, my shit AWOOOOOOOOOI got a fifth flow, call me Brother ManAfrica the set, yea that's the motherlandFor that BP, I shed 50 tearsIn Nigeria that oil been spillin' for like 50 years!Fifty years! Hell naww, hell yeahhh, tryina tell ya'llAt this rate, niggas gon' lose!Can't search for water, or grow your own food!Tell me what's gon' happen, when them stores closeAnd ain't gon open up, no moreYeah that's the realest shitYou gon' feel dat, hungers yo' enemyBut you can't kill dat!Nigga wake up, don't join the armyKill your own peoples, but fear IlluminatisAnd they ain't even real, or are they?But you ain't even know, because you partayToo fuckin much, if you start to doubtThey already in yo mind, and comin' out yo mouthIts not a trick, nigga, it's a trapSurvival of the fit, is what they aiming atAnd niggas ain't fit, fat as hell!Fat in mind, body fat, as wellWho use most the drugs? Americans!Whats in Afghanistan? heroin!You think thats by mistake? They can't stop dat?Don't think you safe though, because you not blackGreed is colorblind, so I'm colorblindThey gon' fuck with yours soon as they done with mineThey say I try to hard, verses overwhelmI learned most of this, from niggas sittin' in jailWhere you think I'm from? I'm from the streets nigga!Triple OG's told me to teach nigga!And that ain't made up, nope! Thats a factThey say that gangsta shit, is the shit I rapLook who I attract, look at my inner circleBunch of street niggas, and a couple ErklesLook at my fanbase! Oh yess!Fuck what Pro say! Look at this protest!Where they do that at? Who they do that for?Must mean I'm doin' bad, and things is movin' slowWe talkin' revolution on public radio!Then catch me down in Houston, sittin on them 84'sTrae wassup, ABN, gotcha back nigga, sink or swimFree Chilly Chill, shake off yo' mastasPray to God; Build yo mind faster